In the arid land
with few trees
The wind blows with great force
But the rocks are strong
makes life more real

Orange color in the sky
awakens the spirit to keep fighting
To get a life that blossoms
In a skipper
That continues to rise together
Despite the obstacles that keep getting in the way

Real beauty, even in arid lands
there is a piece of hope to reach the goal
That dangles above the ground
Beauty belongs to everyone
Who tries to reach it